You are in. You can't believe it; the notion has still not completely caught up with you. It has now been two weeks since SHIELD assigned you to be an undercover agent with the mission to infiltrate Loki's lair and discover what his plans are with the Tesseract. This, of course, was no easy feat. When you first arrived, the people who work for Loki instantly knew of your employment at SHIELD and with a quick background check they discovered that you had been working for the agency for many years. The only way in was to "betray" information to Loki along with a whole lot of flattery.
You shudder as you vividly remember that first day.
They found you outside a seemingly abandoned building that was roughly located close to where SHIELD imagined Loki's hide out to be. Your employers were not far off for immediately after you stumbled up the first couple steps, you found yourself surrounded, threatening guns pointed at your head, along with many red laser targets dancing across your chest from unseen sniper rifles. You inhaled a deep breath before you choked out a feigned sob and began to beg to talk to no one but the god of mischief himself. Even now, you clench your jaw as you recall how they eradicated you of your weapons, stripped your body down in a vain search for concealed wires, and then how they threw an impossibly thin dress at your naked chest for you to slip into. Ironically it was green.
You remember how vulnerable you felt as you were roughly dragged by the crook of your arm to stand in front the presence of Loki. His eyes were cool and calculated as he surveyed you from an impressive black and green marbled chair. His legs were parted wide and his pale face and high cheek bones contrasted sharply against his feathered jet black hair. You remember how your forced shaking became more real and less of an act as you felt how his intimidating confidence radiated off his body in soul crushing waves. You knew that this god had merciless killed and could kill you in a flash of moment if he thought it necessary. Even now, as you remember this so clearly, you draw out a shaky breath, just like how you did two weeks ago during this first encounter with Loki. You can almost hear his words speak distinctly in your head as you relive that moment in time.
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"I hear you have knowledge that would appease me, Mortal." He addresses you peremptorily.
You nod rapidly in return and instantly you feel ashamed at your desperate response as you see a shimmer of a smirk touch the corner of his lips. His eyes trail down to take in your body, adorned in nothing but the thin green material. You immediately have a strong inclination to cover your hands protectively over your body, but instead you compose yourself and hold your head high to address the young King.
"I do," You pause and force the next two words out, "My, Lord."
His eyes widen at your appraisal, but it was only for a second.
"Tell me of what you know."
And you do. You tell him of Nick Fury's awareness of Loki's location, you tell him of the Avengers and how they plan on sending in Thor to gain Loki's trust. You then reveal that Thor will then soon betray him and force his body under the weight of Mjolnir. You tell him of a secret weapon they have in their midst called an infinity stone and that with it they found a way to use its power to capture Loki for good. The words spill out your mouth with ease from the many hours spent repeating them in your head and in front of Nick Fury. Many of which were direct dialogue from Nick's clever tongue. And just as you both had hoped, you watch Loki lean forward in his chair and soak up everything you have to offer, grinning almost madly at the new information that has now been presented to him as his mind's backburner worked towards using the knowledge against SHEILD. He became especially interested in the infinity stone. You answer as many questions as possible pertaining to the new weapon but Nick had not provided you with much information about the stone. This makes it slightly easier to evade Loki's insistent questioning. Glimmers of frustration became evident on Loki's face as he tries to pry everything you have from your brain. At last you let out an uneasy breath when Loki sat back, no further questions formulating in his silver tongue. You avert your eyes to the ground, mentally congratulating yourself for your victory.
